The Rounds, Can’t See it From Here – Liner Notes

Unable to corral the generous possibilities that came with the band’s talent, “Can’t See it From Here” is a messy, omnidirectional selection of songs. It could have been otherwise, but I was overeager to be on to the next thing, which about sums up my feelings regarding the end result. 

“These Days in June”

Gonna light out for town.
You know the one.
The one that time won’t allow.
You know the one.
It’s wasting away in the south.

Where they came.
Wearing
yellow & blue.

I will make my way
through the heaviest afternoon.
Leaning through
these days in June.

I guess I’ll stay here in the city.
You know the one.
Where I don’t waste no time.
Where I don’t wast any time.
You know the one.

I will make my way
through the heaviest afternoon.
Leaning through
these days in June.

“Faces of Others”

I have worn so many masks
that I can only recognize them
on the faces of others.

But there was just one,
who stored them all away.

There was just one,
who wore his heart out.
He wore it everyday.

I have worn so many
that I can only recognize them
on the faces of others.

It will only be some time
before you run away.

“This May Pass”

This may pass.
This may last.
Peace may never see
the light of day.

But I will wait.
Maybe lie awake;
just to see it fade.

This time, for us,
is a stuffy, quiet rain.
This is a storm.
No longer on the way,
it’s here to stay.

Oh, yes, I have.
Oh, yes, I will.
Be lightning.

You won’t see me pass.
You would hear me last.
And, as quick as I came,
I will fade.

“Gethsemane”

I can no longer see
myself extending beyond
these few years.

Until I’ll be, who I’ll be, forever me.
Like a stubborn tree.

Only in Gethsemane was he lonely.
No one may be lonely for others.
He was only lonely for himself.

He could no longer see
himself extending beyond.

There is no over there in forever.
There’s no change in the weather.

Only in Gethsemane was he lonely.
No one may be lonely for others.
He was only lonely for himself.

I will weather it for now.

Bonus Track: “My Father Gave me The Number 3”

In the longest days, I swear that I am homeless.
Left with a past simply with no memory
of nature’s caring hands.

From inside them you’d never hear
my small victories,
because only between
the sea, the moon, and me: I am.

Oh, father, silent example,
do your cares—do they leave you careless
before mankind too?

Once an angry man,
you’re now a stone in cold water.
You better get out before the mob
runs you out of the town.

You are the one I come from,
but yours is a hidden path that I follow unto death.

In the darkest days, I swear that I am homeless.
Left with a past simply with no memory
of nature’s thickened wood.